#43: Harmless Mispronunciation

There are a handful of words I refuse to correct because they make me smile every time. If my kid wants Farmer John cheese, she’ll get it every time. Sure, someone else might correct her many years down the road, and eventually, she’ll be able to read, but I refuse to take part in dashing this.

Honestly, I made it to 34 years old before someone corrected my use of “straight and arrow” to “straight and narrow.” I know some adults that still mispronounce a few words, and honestly, I hope they never learn the correct pronunciation. I might be weird, but there’s something so innocent and adorable about that.